A bottle tree bloometh in Winkywa… Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! A snug little berth in that ship… That rocketh the Bottle-Tree babi… Where the Bottle Tree bloometh by…

I was just a little thing When a fairy came and kissed me; Floating in upon the light Of a haunted summer night, Lo, the fairies came to sing

Nay, why discuss this summer heat, Of which vain people tell? Oh, sinner, rather were it meet To fix thy thoughts on hell! The punishment ordained for you

God rest you, Chrysten gentil men… Wherever you may be,— God rest you all in fielde or hall… Or on ye stormy sea; For on this morn oure Chryst is b…

The year has been a tedious one— A weary round of toil and sorrow, And, since it now at last is gone, We say farewell and hail the morro… Yet o’er the wreck which time has…

(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLU Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one… Set out in a great big ship— Steamed to the ocean adown the bay Out of a New York slip.

My books are on their shelves agai… And clouds lie low with mist and r… Afar the Arno murmurs low The tale of fields of melting snow… List to the bells of times agone

Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing, When bee and bud and babbling floo… Bespeak the birth of spring, Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheart

Fisherman Jim lived on the hill With his bonnie wife an’ his littl… 'T wuz “Blow, ye winds, as blow y… Naught we reck of your cold and no… For happy and warm were he an’ his…

Our Father who art in heaven, hal… Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be don… Give us this day our daily bread,… As we our earthly debts forgive—by… When tempted or by evil vexed, res…

Dear wife, last midnight, whilst… The tomes you so despise, A spectre rose beside the bed, And spake in this true wise: 'From Canaan’s beatific coast

When thou dost eat from off this p… I charge thee be thou temperate; Unto thine elders at the board Do thou sweet reverence accord; And, though to dignity inclined,

Suppose, my dear, that you were I And by your side your sweetheart s… Suppose you noticed by and by The distance 'twixt you were too g… Now tell me, dear, what would you…

When Father Time swings round his… Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vin… So that its juices, red and blithe… May cheer these thirsty bones of m… “Elsewise with tears and bated bre…

Some men affect a liking For the prim in face and mind, And some prefer the striking And the loud in womankind; Wee Madge is wooed of many,